Kree noded to  Rayna  as she spoke, So..You are saying you would  want to take up the title of Crimson Arrow? If So?...

  He  reaches inside  his Tunic  and draws out a small box, opening it  ,t here are  Arrow  pins, all differant in make, but all have one thing in common,they are made of  Red Rubies,..the styles are differant, jst as thier makers were...

  placing the Box on the Table  and Looking at the  three new folks who  were there. The elf  says,..Take Up a Pin then..wear  it so it is  easy to see...we will add your names to the Company Charter..that is no small thing, when we go to cities and such...should you get into a fight, or be forced to kill...the character  can be the only thing between you and the  Arena...the downside, is those  companies that are rivals to us....they will seek to kill you..and take  your  pin...  Just as we have here....  he points behiond the  Counter..there are many differant Logos, pins, necklaces ect ect..from  dozens of differant companies mounted on a board there.

 We have a boarfd like that, In the  Walk-thePlank..as well..though it is a bit more....cluttered....Now? those of you who do not wish to take up the Pin? That is  all well in good...just know, there is  only some much  we can do to aid you..shoudl the Law step in ...

  He turns his ehad back to Dras, he half smiles  as he turns  his  neck muscles  a bit,all here...make ready throughout this  day and Night..we need to gather what supplies  we need , and   a rest..for this day is well earned...Tomorrow  before  Frist Light, we shal step forth, from the main gate...  He whistles and Ivy Turns to Lok at him, the  Blue-eyed  elf's hand going to his  blade out of Habit. He  smiles at the women   and fuzzes the  little giles  ahir , and walks over to the table  with a bottle of his own,

 ...You have need o f me?..Is Dras...perhaps...too much  to handle   this night?  he  grinns  as he takes  a sip from his bottle.

 ..The Leader told us of  the Main camp...well its is in the Furman's Chain..we leaving for Ironmound in the moring..we will get one of our ships  from  the Docks at 'The Plank"..and sail down towards Olant..This  Lady has  asked for our escort to Ironmound, and I believe she may wish to join in our Hunt...The Good  Holy Warrior here...is thinking on how to save our  souls...I am Unsure  what  our friend with the bow plans....

  Ivy almost chokes  when  Kree says the Holy warrior wishes to save  souls...he wipe  his chin a big smile on his face.....Fear not..Warrior of....  he looks at the symbol,..Tra....our  souls   are ours  to save...and not a god  amoung them, can take them, unless we say it be alright....

  His eyes  go to Dras  for a second, then turn to Rayna,..and yhu..Good Lady..should you find the passing of time to tedious, with my comrades...I will be more then happy to entertain you...

 Kree shakes his ehad with a smile,..once  we leave here, I will get the sages to send a message to Reedrick, so that tyhe smallest of our ships  will be rigged for pirate Hunting..that should  saves us  down time there...


  Krell walks into the Inn..he stops at the Table  and Looks over the Group, his  scowl shows disapproval..but his eyes  show some Pride, The elders  wish to know when you are leaving....

 ...First Light, Father..we use the rest of this day to mend and Heal...can we expect some ehaling from the elders on this?

 Krell frowns and says,..I will see what i can get for you..but  we are storing up...one of  our patrols was hit   yestereve...only three came  back, and Both were in direstrights....what i can get for you...will be at the main Gate in the morining....

 The Elder Quickshadow turned on his heels and left...Kree shrugged  as he continued  with  his stew...

Garme leaned back in his chair with a dissatisfied grumble. Placing one hand on his knee while the other tapped slowly on the counter he stated cooly, "Yeah, I'm in it for the gold. One needs gold to live. Don't expect me to get all self-righteous about some crusade. The rest of my gang got pinched, ended up in the arena or as slaves."

His lips curled into a wry smirk as he noted, "But, I'm not daft enough to think I was born special. Were I born a couple days journey in one direction or the other, been a bit wealthier, caught the attention of a benefactor-- I'd likely be counted among the slavers myself. I'm just as sure the same is true of any one of you from these parts, whether you'd freely admit it or not."

He didn't have to think much about the offer to be put on a charter-- though he had serious doubts at though the flimsy piece of paper backed by the blades of this group was going to dissuade anyone interested in seeing them fight in the area. "My crew's out of commission for good, it'd seem... I'm a free agent and in no position to turn down any offer. I know better than most what it's like to wander these lands alone."

Luthien eyes the drow. He expected such talk.

"If you truly understood the Code, you'd realize my strength comes from it. To turn away from the light is to throw my own strength away."

A not so subtle reminder that Tra watches him, and expects him to behave a certain way, and without such behavior, the special gifts that sustain him can, and WILL, be withdrawn.

But back to the original topic.

"What I am trying to say, however, is that you need not resort to such to gain information. Magical charming will function just as well."
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Kree's statement about his souls prompted a slight shake of his head. Knowing how it has been that Eta has afforded them all many benefits and gifts, which have enabled them to live as they have for so long. Had not Kree and Justin’s paths been orchestrated by Eta to cross, it is her will has seen to this all. Kree's realisation of this it appears has not yet come to dawn on the Elf who is greatly swayed by the drowess. The arrival of Luthien and Rayna are proof of Eta's, Neta's and Tra's modicum of interest in this band of Crimson Arrows.

Captain Kree wouldst looking into those who doth strike at the patrols delay our departure. he enquired.

  Kree, he chuckled at Garme's words,Very...very few elves , ever turn to slavery...if they do..None were Razorhawks. Should  we come  Upon evles that have turned? they would be the first to die..and thier  death would not be  quick. To turn on the people..is to turn on everything....

 Thinking for a moment, before  answering  Luthien, Kree Finally says to Luthien,what you say..is true..we might  waste the  time of a spell flinger, or  some cleric....but there is no need to....it is also, more  rewarding to Punish the  people we question, knowing...full and well..what they have done to innocents. We Punish, as well  as kill....When  they know  we are about..I want them to be frightened..and..i will always follow through, lest...they think our fame has not been earned.

  With a look to Justin he shakes his head,...we do not have time, to hunt  down every attack that comes  about. One of the other Units  will have to look into that. If...we can hit this Slaver camp, and hit it hard, we will Cripple them for a long  while, and  mayhaps..find a deeper plxce to strike.

Luthien considers for a moment, then says.

"Well...humor me. The next time you go out, if any prisoners are taken, try it with charming instead of torment. If it doesn't work, I shall not ask it of you again, and you'll still have prisoners tied up to use your usual method. But if it does, perhaps we might give it further consideration?"

Mmmm.

"If you agree to this, I will be able to join you as part of your unit, at least this time. As for my worth...that is for you to determine as Commander, is it not?"

Turning to Justin, "If you're comfortable with having some charms prepared, that is?"

  Kree's  fingers  drummed on the table for a moment,..I do not lie to my people..that is one of the reasons The Arrows  follow me...so i will say only this...depending on the person , we are totalk to? I will give you your chance...however..there may be people that will.....get talked to...the old  way...because they  have earned that.

Small steps...he'd like to turn this guy's thinking around all at once, but humanity doesn't work that way. That's as much as he can hope to gain, he thinks.

"Honesty is part of my Code too, though I could wish you'd promised differently. That will suffice. When will we ride tommorrow?"

He has to hope his lady Huntress will be satisfied with even small steps away from full Darkness. For many small steps added up becomes a journey.

  ..we meet at the Main Gate  , a little  before first light....use  the rest of today to gather what you need...Those opf you  who have  come back from the Hunt..get rest... He stands and  Picks up what is left of the   first bottle of Elven Gold ..I am going to my  Cabin..I shall see you all in the Morning....


  One of the server Girls  came over   and spoke to him, he  dished  out a few gold  coins, and  dropped one into her apron pocket as well...Then  he grabs his bow  and pack,   walking towards the door.

  The server  girl smiles, and says,..Lor...I mean...Captain Kree has  covered  food  and drink for this  day, so you may enjoy yourselves...is there anything  I can get  for anyof you?

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg # 88):

Justin nods deferring to the captains directivs. Remaining quiet until Luthien addressed him. One hath not yet been blessed sufficiently to enable one to undertake such devotions for Eta, ast Thee hath bequest of One.
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When Durzak gets finish with eating he tells the rest of the party he will see them before first light at the main gate. Durzak heads to where he stays to check out his gears especially seeing about his armor and weapons making sure everything is clean and sharp. After Durzak is finish checking his gear he goes and check on his mount since its look like he is going to need it for the upcoming journey.

Luthien had to take a moment to process what Justin was saying.

And then his eyes went wide.

"My apologies, Brother Knight. I mistook you for a priest!"

Luthien looks honestly embarassed at that one.

>>>>>>>>>>>>  Krelgoth, From Razorhawk Village


 The two enter the Inn. It is  warm and bright, Mixed use of   Lanterns and Magical Lanterns  A Large  Fire Plat to the right of the  Main Door is  sending heat. Near the  Fireplace  is a  Set of  stairs  that leads to the 2 Floor above.

 A very long BAr  runs across the   back of the  Inn, all One piece of  Ironwood. Polished and  the front Etched  with  scenes of  elves  fighting Monsters.

 Three doors  are set  against the wall, that ...obe would  think..lead to the Kitchen

 other  2 dozen tables  of  various  side  and shapes  are  spread  around, Long  tables  for groups  of  10 are on the left wall

  Moss  Leads them to a smaller Square Table near the fireplace.

Krel sits down. The tiny chair and creaks and groans audibly under his weight as he settles into it. He puts his heavy tankard down in front of Moss, and sets the bag of fish down next to him. He puts the sack of figs on the table flat, and takes the figs from inside to place them in a pile on top of the sack. Next to the figs, he sets a small pile of rare spice. He takes a pickled fish and sets it on the table, and chops the head off with his knife, and fillets it as best he can; cutting the meat into neat bite sized pieces, and setting them on the sack in yet another neat pile. He then tosses the fish head shallowly into the air, catching it in his mouth. He laughs again, pickled fish eyes staring lifelessly out of his open mouth as he dusts off his hands.

“I wonder, Do they have this spice here? It is held in high regard where I come from. Please, try it all. Tell me what you think. I’ll be right back.” Krel says around the fish head in his mouth. As he sucks the meat and organs out of it, Krel stands again, and approaches the bar.
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  Moss  sits  at the table   looking about at the  food stuffs..

 The  Tender looks at the Approaching Human with a Mix of curiosity and  dismay...One of the server  Girls slip around  the BAr Keep

  A few of the aptrons  are Humans, there is  One halforc there is  well, the rest are Elves or HAlf elves
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Krel stands for a moment, saying nothing, looking around for the most appropriate place on the floor to spit out the fish skull.

“P’ftt! -” Krel smiles at the bar tender. Still crunching on tough bits of skin and scale, he wipes his mouth with his forearm, and declares “I would like a word with the owner.” in a friendly, but still somehow terrifying tone.

  The  Fellow gives the lass  a gentle Push towards the door of the Kitchen,..Well..You'll have a bit of  a wait then, won't ya...He left  witht he scouts , not a bit  ago..I run it fer  him, when he's not here...

Krelgoth ponders this for a moment. "I require your assistance  then. I must know how my wine and food goods from far away lands will set on an Elfish pallet. If you would join us and give me your opinion, I will repay you with first buying rights."
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  The  Fellow mlooks at the Big  man with  a tilted  head, and odd look...Well?..Don't have  Much to lose...I supppose... the man motions to another  , Younger Man to take over the BAr, while he follow  the Krel to the  Table.

Krel nods and agreement.  Returning to the table, he tells moss “The Innkeeper has agreed to sample the goods as well! I will return with more wine!”
Krel walks back out to the cart to check on Light Dawn.

  As LightDawn  sits on a bench in the square, watching the  Sages  work on shifting titles on the totem, she  speaks with passerbys who  ask about thwe  wagon and such.

Krel takes up the tarp, and removes a fine wolf fur cloak. He walks toward Light Dawn, and without a word, he drapes it across her shoulders. Then, meeting her eyes, he gives her a brief wild look, like a lion when it lays eyes on a gazelle, eyes wide and nostrils flared.

(STR resolution pending)
Still without a word, Krel returns to the cart, and attempts to lift the Wine tun, muscles exploding outward, ablaze with brute strength. It does not budge.
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  there is  a small gathering of   locals , mostly older  folks who  kill time at the Inn..either  trading stories of their battles  , or hearing a bard tell tells of  things that have   happen...somewhat closer ..in time.

  for those who want to go into the Inn.

 For  those  who have settled in for the  night, they find the comforts of the inn..even better then those of  The Mast...  Beds soft enough to sleep in, yet firm  enough for support.
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 for those  coming and going through the fest, they are greeted  by  the Inn Keeper  and his wife...who was  well known for her   fruit  pies   and  tasty frostings on her  small cakes.